The mountains collapsed and the earth split apart.
The Kunlun Snow Lion had fallen, and Li Mu Yang had vanished.
Only two fates awaited him: being frozen into an ice sculpture and smashed to pieces by the Snow Lion, or being crushed beneath it—in truth, both paths led to death.
"Roar—" The Snow Lion lay prone on the ground, looking like a massive white mountain. Its blood-red eyes glared unwillingly at the humans who had chased after it, filled with hatred and grievance.
It could not understand. It had merely been eating ice and admiring the snow in the Kunlun Ruins without provoking anyone, so why did these humans insist on killing it, eating its heart, and digging out its liver?
"Young Master Xiangma." Wen Ruo Ruo's body was dragged down by the Snow Lion and landed on the ground. She looked toward the enormous crack in the earth, wanting to see clearly where Li Mu Yang had fallen. But Li Mu Yang had vanished into thin air, nowhere to be found. "Young Master Xiangma, where are you?"
No one answered.
Qin Han came rushing over and severed the green silk that had wrapped around the Snow Lion's hind leg with one slash. He shielded Wen Ruo Ruo behind his body and said urgently, "Ruo Ruo, get back quickly. Be careful—the Snow Lion may leap over the wall in desperation."
"Young Master Xiangma..."
"Young Master Xiangma may have met with misfortune." Qin Han's voice was mournful. Although he truly disliked Yan Xiangma's ruthless way of doing things, and disliked even more how Wen Ruo Ruo turned into a lovestruck fangirl the moment she saw him, they had still spent several days together. Besides, he was Wen Ruo Ruo's savior. Thus, he was deeply saddened that Li Mu Yang had met